Awakening
Wednesday night -Standing alone in the critical care unit this morning, I braced myself for the worst as one by one his doctors all told me the same thing- things were grave. Ben's prognosis was of the worst kind. Ben's chances for any kind of real recovery were nil. They use the word 'decision', as in my having to make one soon. The nurses hugged me and told me they were sorry and the staff in the unit all stood still as I passed by, with an eerie chant of 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.' well, That was this morning. By this afternoon Ben was moved upstairs to room 904. I was saying over and over 'I love you' to him, his eyes locked with mine. HE JUTTED OUT HIS CHIN, "I love you too,"he said slowly, and he got this shit-eating grin on his face and I thought I would collapse. He's even almost cracking jokes, he's got the same sense of humor- only real slow mo. He's STILL ON A FEEDING TUBE ETC. BUT HE'S so much better. More work on his heart etc the next few days so he's not ready for visitors quite yet. they will be putting a pacemaker etc. He's coming out of the woods! Again- thanks for your agnostic and otherwise prayers.
